As ink of blue cobalt
grazes the canvass of lines on
a notebook paper, somersaults 
of words form a delicate composition,
a tapestry of its creator's experiences–
a revelation of hopes, fears, and ambitions,
in the vein of wordplay,
adjectives and parallels marry, penetrating 
the most minute cellular membrane
as the floodgates of her deepest 
secrets open brazenly,
birthing a cyclone that blankets 
the canvass with black brushstrokes
because its creator is 
remembered no more.